There's a rumor round town, lil nigga I put your homie in the ground
Stood up over him with the chop, yeah I knocked his ass down
30 round in my clip, yeah, hanging out some pounds
Yeah my brody got that chop, yeah, knock a nigga down
Is it just me, is there a rumor round town
Talkin' bout me, pussy boy you just a clown
Pull up to the meet, pull up, downtown
I know that I took that bitch, to pound town
Yeah, ain't no word around town, I just hear a little rumor
Hit him in the head, how that boy just got a tumor
I'ma take it back, knowing that I'm really cooler
I'm f*ckin' on a teacher, I ain't talkin' bout the tutor
Yeah, me and gang walk up in the Bitch, y'all better bow down
Nigga what's up, you just a clown, ridin' around town
Nigga clutchin' on my 30, yeah, got the pound now
Bitch, I let 30 shots up in your whip
30 shots up in your whip, make that pussy dip
All these niggas wanna eat it like some chips and dip
I can't give a shit, cause these niggas wanna crunch with it
So I pack up, punch my gun out, make him eat the bitch
Couple bodies on the floor, I had to go and multiply
I kill him in the back, how you really goin' really die
We send him back, how you goin' and your mama cry
We gon' send him back, how you goin', how that drama lies
Yeah, and we finna send this back, yeah
Nigga what's up, 30 racks up in the stash
Double back, we gangin' in the cut, we finna blast off
Nigga what's up, I got like shots, I feel like takeoff
Finna chillin' in a new place like it is a palace
Maybe Tony Stark or Dallas
I can't even start this shit, that's a rattet
I know that these niggas really actin' like they baddest
Mouth on the dick you would think that bitch is teethin
I'ma run it back, is you shooter gon' receiving
I'ma say it back, take your pick, Marvel D.C
I'ma keep on movin', niggas couldn't never leave me
Yuh, and I'm coolin' with the big G
Shouts out to my team, B-Boy Lil' Nigga is still M.O.B
Yuh, money over bitch, yeah, I claim that for a treat
Yuh, nigga double back, and I caught your ass for a G
Ayy, caught your ass lackin', I'm crackin
I know that these niggas laughin
Two shots in my f*ckin' blunt, I'm just pistol packin
I know that these niggas hate me, boy, you better catch it
Like this f*ckin' bullet throat, and I'm gonna lap it
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There's a rumor round town, lil nigga I put your homie in the ground
Stood up over him with the chop, yeah I knocked his ass down
30 round in my clip, yeah, hanging out some pounds
Yeah my brody got that chop, yeah, knock a nigga down
Is it just me, is there a rumor round town
Talkin' bout me, pussy boy you just a clown
Pull up to the meet, pull up, downtown
I know that I took that bitch, to pound town
Yeah, ain't no word around town, I just hear a little rumor
Hit him in the head, how that boy just got a tumor
I'ma take it back, knowing that I'm really cooler
I'm f*ckin' on a teacher, I ain't talkin' bout the tutor
Yeah, me and gang walk up in the Bitch, y'all better bow down
Nigga what's up, you just a clown, ridin' around town
Nigga clutchin' on my 30, yeah, got the pound now
Bitch, I let 30 shots up in your whip
30 shots up in your whip, make that pussy dip
All these niggas wanna eat it like some chips and dip
I can't give a shit, cause these niggas wanna crunch with it
So I pack up, punch my gun out, make him eat the bitch
Couple bodies on the floor, I had to go and multiply
I kill him in the back, how you really goin' really die
We send him back, how you goin' and your mama cry
We gon' send him back, how you goin', how that drama lies
Yeah, and we finna send this back, yeah
Nigga what's up, 30 racks up in the stash
Double back, we gangin' in the cut, we finna blast off
Nigga what's up, I got like shots, I feel like takeoff
Finna chillin' in a new place like it is a palace
Maybe Tony Stark or Dallas
I can't even start this shit, that's a rattet
I know that these niggas really actin' like they baddest
Mouth on the dick you would think that bitch is teethin
I'ma run it back, is you shooter gon' receiving
I'ma say it back, take your pick, Marvel D.C
I'ma keep on movin', niggas couldn't never leave me
Yuh, and I'm coolin' with the big G
Shouts out to my team, B-Boy Lil' Nigga is still M.O.B
Yuh, money over bitch, yeah, I claim that for a treat
Yuh, nigga double back, and I caught your ass for a G
Ayy, caught your ass lackin', I'm crackin
I know that these niggas laughin
Two shots in my f*ckin' blunt, I'm just pistol packin
I know that these niggas hate me, boy, you better catch it
Like this f*ckin' bullet throat, and I'm gonna lap it
Stood up over him with the chop, yeah I knocked his ass down
30 round in my clip, yeah, hanging out some pounds
Yeah my brody got that chop, yeah, knock a nigga down
Is it just me, is there a rumor round town
Talkin' bout me, pussy boy you just a clown
Pull up to the meet, pull up, downtown
I know that I took that bitch, to pound town
Yeah, ain't no word around town, I just hear a little rumor
Hit him in the head, how that boy just got a tumor
I'ma take it back, knowing that I'm really cooler
I'm f*ckin' on a teacher, I ain't talkin' bout the tutor
Yeah, me and gang walk up in the Bitch, y'all better bow down
Nigga what's up, you just a clown, ridin' around town
Nigga clutchin' on my 30, yeah, got the pound now
Bitch, I let 30 shots up in your whip
30 shots up in your whip, make that pussy dip
All these niggas wanna eat it like some chips and dip
I can't give a shit, cause these niggas wanna crunch with it
So I pack up, punch my gun out, make him eat the bitch
Couple bodies on the floor, I had to go and multiply
I kill him in the back, how you really goin' really die
We send him back, how you goin' and your mama cry
We gon' send him back, how you goin', how that drama lies
Yeah, and we finna send this back, yeah
Nigga what's up, 30 racks up in the stash
Double back, we gangin' in the cut, we finna blast off
Nigga what's up, I got like shots, I feel like takeoff
Finna chillin' in a new place like it is a palace
Maybe Tony Stark or Dallas
I can't even start this shit, that's a rattet
I know that these niggas really actin' like they baddest
Mouth on the dick you would think that bitch is teethin
I'ma run it back, is you shooter gon' receiving
I'ma say it back, take your pick, Marvel D.C
I'ma keep on movin', niggas couldn't never leave me
Yuh, and I'm coolin' with the big G
Shouts out to my team, B-Boy Lil' Nigga is still M.O.B
Yuh, money over bitch, yeah, I claim that for a treat
Yuh, nigga double back, and I caught your ass for a G
Ayy, caught your ass lackin', I'm crackin
I know that these niggas laughin
Two shots in my f*ckin' blunt, I'm just pistol packin
I know that these niggas hate me, boy, you better catch it
Like this f*ckin' bullet throat, and I'm gonna lap it
Writer: Xavier Olguin
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